It’s amazing how the universe repeats itself. Our cells, which is made up of complex internal structure and interactions, make up tissues, which make up organs, which make up our body’s internal systems, which make up us. And then there’s us, made up of a complex internal structure and interactions, which make up families, which make up neighbourhoods, which make up societies, which make up states, which make up countries, which make up planets. And then of course there’s planets, which is made up of complex internal structure and interactions, which make up solar systems, which make up galaxies, which make up universes…

And then there’s another. There’s galaxies, with billions and billions of scattered stars, which individually creates a solar system, with planets revolving round a star (or two). And then there’s molecules, each with many atoms, each contains a nucleus, each has electrons revolving round it. And who knows what goes on inside those electrons. For as far as our imaginations can go, every electron could itself be a tiny little planet revolving round a massive nucleus (like planets revolving round stars), with tiny little creatures living inside, made up of even tinier building blocks similar to those of the atoms that we know about, incognisant of all that happen in the world as we know it, just as we are incognisant of all that happen in that tiny little world. And of course, our planet could itself be like an electron to an even bigger atom that comprises the whole of our solar system, that make up life of an even bigger order of magnitude in size, unaware of all that goes on in our tiny little world, just as we are unaware of all that happens in that bigger world.

Yes, we can be big, very big, like mammothly-gargantuan big. Yet we can be small, very small, like really tiny meeny small.